Even though sweat had formed, there wasn't any smell of perspiration—on the contrary, there was a richer and more alluring fragrance.
Lu Qing steadied his thoughts and spoke in a calm voice:
"Next Monday, there's a charity banquet. You'll be attending with me."
"Alright, I understand."
She agreed, though she felt a bit suspicious in her heart. After all, given his personality, would he go out of his way to notify her of something for next Monday?
At this moment, Lu Qing's gaze swept over her. Indeed, based on her physique and proportions, she was already nearing perfection.
Noticing his eyes on her, Qin Miaomiao felt somewhat uneasy and, attempting to deflect, said:
"It's too hot. I'll go take a shower; you can do as you please."
She pushed the door open and went inside. Soon, the sound of running water could be heard. The bathroom door was made of frosted glass—it blurred the view but still allowed one to make out a vague silhouette.
